Red by Monica

She stood there. The first thing he noticed was the red of her heeled shoes. He always liked the color red but in that moment it repulsed him. She drifted closer to him as he peered at her through his dark rimmed frames.
“I miss you” she said through whiskey laced breath.
He stood there for a moment and let the words splash onto his face. He quickly wiped his brow removing his glasses in order to also wipe them clean. He looked at her once again and felt the urgency to grab her, to kiss her, to love her. She softly rubbed his arm and the touch awakened his memories of their past.
“I can’t” was all he whispered as he walked away. The remnants of those words continued to ache the next morning when he woke.


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